COMPELLED

EVANORA'S POV

"I win this time."

"No, we're even," I corrected Matthew as I took his stretched hand and got up. "I beat you earlier, remember?"

I chuckled and I watched him shake his head and wait for me to regain my balance again. "So one more round?"

"Bring it on," he said, maintaining eye contact with me. "Oh, by the way, your father said he was going to kill me if I ever hurt you."

"What?" I paused the punch I was about to throw at him. "What? Why? Isn't that a bit too intense since it's natural for me to get hurt while training?"

"Well that was what I thought too, initially," he replied. "Until I figured out he didn't mean during training. He didn't mean it that way. What did you do, Princess Evanora?"

My hands immediately flew to clamp my mouth as I immediately realized what he was talking about. I'd managed to make my dad believe there was a thing between me and Matthew and as such he was simply trying to be a protective father.

"Oh my God, Matthew I'm so sorry."

"So you did do